From my go-to blog when the world is getting me down, Momastery.
My mom does this too, except she doesn’t call me “honey” but rather a Czech variation on my name that no one else, myself included, can pronounce. (It contains an “a” that sounds like an “e” and a “soft d,” which does not exist in English. Good luck, my fellow anglophones!)
My mom answered the phone. We’d just spoken three hours prior. Still, she answered like this: “Well, Hiiiiiiiiiiiii HONEY!!!” Like it’d been four years since we’d checked in. Like it was a thrilling unbelievable SHOCK that I was calling. Like I was in a third world country and the likelihood that I’d have found a phone was nil. Like I’d been missing for years. She always answers like that.
A good friend of mine is in the midst of watching her mother’s health decline in hospital.
So, my friends, today is a good day to call your mom and tell her you love her. You can do it, just pick up the phone.








Thanks for the reminder. I’ll be calling my Mom (and Dad) tonight.